In the evening when the sun goes down

I'm a morning person. I generally crash early and rise early. However, as I age, night becomes more complicated. Often I am too tired to work and too sore to sleep. I resist taking pills but now and again, rather in desperation, give something a try, which never seems to work very well. The best cure for pain seems to be the distraction of obsessive work. Hell of a deal.

On the radio recently I heard a version of the blues classic (written by Leroy Carr, I believe) that is the title of this entry. However, no one ever sang this song as powerfully as Big Bill Broonzy. He owns it in my book.